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Warhammer 40k - The Long War of One (Emperor of Mankind's Song)

An AI song about the Emperor of Mankind from Warhammer 40k. #warhammer #warhammer40k #emperorofmankind #godemperor #warhammersong #warhammermusic #imperiumofman #goldenthrone #horusheresy #warhammerlore #fanmusic #epicwarhammer #warhammertribute #scifimusic #grimdark #warhammersoundtrack Check out more Warhammer 40k songs here:    • Warhammer 40k Songs   Interested in a personalised song? For custom songs tailored to your vision, please contact: mianbaobusiness@gmail.com Lyrics: They called me savior. They made me god. But I was only a man with fire in his veins and a grave in his eyes. I walked through Terra's ash and glass, When myths still ruled, and kings held fast. In silence I moved, no crown, no name— Just lightning bound in human frame. I watched them burn in petty war, Pride and pain—forevermore. So I rose, not to rule, but to unite— To drag them screaming into light. Unbroken by time, forged by will, I carved an empire, vast and still. I did not seek their prayers or flame— Only a world that could know its name. I gave them stars They built me shrines They feared the dark But worshipped mine And now I sit upon a throne, Of screaming souls and gilded bone. Ten thousand die to feed the spark, That keeps my corpse from falling dark. I am not dead, I am not whole— A prison king without control. I made them sons, from genes and flame, Each one a torch to stake my claim. Angron raged, and Lorgar kneeled, Magnus saw what I concealed. Roboute built, Fulgrim broke, Mortarion breathed the warp like smoke. Alpharius whispered hidden lies, And Curze stared through dying skies. But one, beloved, burned the worst— A soul of light, with pride reversed. Horus, my star, my chosen hand, Fell screaming at the Warmaster’s brand. I gave them truth They made it faith I gave them freedom They chose a wraith Istvaan blackened, Prospero cried, Terra screamed when angels died. On shattered ground and palace walls, They broke the future with bolter calls. And I—above—betrayed by blood, Did what I must to stem the flood. In silence I struck down my son, And lost the war that I had won. And now I sit upon a throne, Of golden light, but not my own. No breath to speak, no hand to guide— Just blind crusades and holy lies. They chant my name in brutal tongue— A dying hymn for battles young. Now time is war, and stars are graves, And men are born already slaves. They kill in faith, burn in dread, Praise the silence in my dead head. No reason lives in what remains— Just rusted steel and psychic chains. The wolves still hunt, the angels fall, And hope’s a heresy above all. I did not want their prayers. I did not want their gods. I only wanted them to survive. And still I sit upon this throne, Of ash, regret, and burning stone. They call me god, they wage my war— But I am less than I was before. I am the last of what was right... And all that’s left is endless night.